Coincidental

Coincidental
Nicol Amalfi stared up at the three-story building that was to be his home for the next three years, and he gulped back the sorrow that threatened to overwhelm him. The structure of the building was old and weathered, and looked to be at least ninety years of age. How could it possibly be any younger? The Hazel-eyed boy pondered. What with its location and all. Such was true to be said, as the ancient school stood barely within the borders of Arizona.
Nicol brushed back a stray lock of pale, wavy hair and turned towards the direction of the courtyard, tearing his gaze away from the antiqued pillars of the school. //How could father do this to me?// He wondered, although the conclusion was horrifically apparent. //He wanted me out of the way. Father wished for me to be out of his way this year….for all the years of my youth. Only once I am an adult will he acknowledge my presence….unless my occupation of choice displeases him.// The 15 year old boy grimaced. His father would never accept Nicol as a son. Nicol wished to be a musician, or an artist, but never a man of business—cold, harsh business—as his Father plainly stated he should. Nicol set his face into a blank stare, and began to walk towards the large front doors of the school. //I’ll never be what you want me to be, Father.// The boy thought with a grim determination.
The school’s front gates, designed after ancient Greek temples, were constructed of towering ionic columns that were swallowed up by shrubbery and various types of desert flowers. They had been built as a welcoming entrance to the cozy interiors, yet now, as the delicate youth shrunk beneath them, they seemed more ominous and foreboding than appealing and hospitable.
Nicol was so caught up in his musings that he didn’t even notice a gentle hand, undoubtedly with an owner attached, the had been placed upon his left shoulder. It was an equally gentle and somewhat melodic voice that jarred Nicol out of his deep reverie.
“Excuse me? Kid? Are you all right?”
Nicol jumped and rotated to face the owner of said hand and voice. The person whom he now gazed at was a boy approximately the same age as he, with soulful indigo eyes and a sweep of dark hair. Nicol gasped at the sheer beauty of this boy, and then blushed as he realized he was staring. “I-I’m alright, just lost in thought…”
“Well, you had me and my friends over there worried. You were just staring off into space like that…” The boy gestured towards three other boys whom all looked to be about 15 as well. “So are you going to tell me your name at least?” He asked. Nicol looked back into the dark-haired boy’s eyes once again as he turned to reply, and felt for all the world as if he could drown in those pools of liquefied sapphire. “Nicol A-Amalfi.” The hazel eyed boy managed to choke out.
“Nicol…very cute…well, Nicol, my name is Kira Yamato. Pleased to meet you.” He held out his right hand for Nicol to shake which he did so, enthusiastically. “Pleased to meet you as well.” The pale-haired boy replied.
“Come over here and I’ll introduce you to my compatriots. That is, I’m assuming that your belongings have already been stashed away in a dorm…”
“Yes…” Nicol replied, remembering how reluctant he had been to send them away to a place where he had been sentenced to by no choice of his own. Nicol frowned for a moment as he took a glance at the large stone writing arranged above the buildings entrance. “The Alistair Jamieson Academy for boys.” //Well, at least my father got something right// Thought Nicol, with a distinct grin. //Although he wasn’t aware of it…// the grin evolved into a fully fledged smile as Nicol turned to follow Kira towards his friends, who were sitting atop the honourable mentions platform. Kira motioned for Nicol to sit by him and the thoughtful boy was happy to comply.
“So this is our little dreamer.” A loud voiced boy with tanned skin and golden hair smirked at Nicol. “Play nice, Dearka.” Another boy with silvery white hair and sharply contrasting eyes, scolded.
“Play nice? I never get to have any fun around here do I?” The golden haired boy huffed, with a mock pout.
“You know he is almost right, Yzak, and you aren’t always too nice yourself.” The third boy, who had deep black hair, so dark that it shone blue, and captivating emerald eyes, stated with a smirk before pressing his lips to those of the silver-haired boy’s in an un-demanding kiss. Nicol was momentarily taken aback, //so I’m not the only one...// he thought with a faint blush. Kira took notice of it and grinned. “Never seen two boys kiss before?” He asked, with an almost impish tone tainting his voice.
“I’ve never seen any couple kiss before actually.” Nicol stated, with more innocence being revealed than he would have liked. The golden haired boy smirked even more profusely at this. “Well, with these two around, you’ll undoubtedly get used to it.” He winked at Nicol, who was, by now, turning a rather attractive shade of crimson.
“Allow me to introduce my associates.” Kira interrupted. “Your friends you mean,” complained the silver-haired boy who had taken a break from his snogging session to rectify Kira. “Nope. I do not think I am ready to admit to that yet.” The brown-haired boy declared with a grin as his Indigo eyed “associate” slugged him in the arm. “Continuing where I left off,” Kira began, “The obnoxious one over there is, Dearka Elfman.”
“So obnoxious it’s sexy!” Dearka corrected.
“Sure, and the Snow-King is Yzak Joule.”
Yzak flipped his silver locks dramatically and grinned. “Last but not least, well, certainly not least in Yzak’s eyes, Athrun Zala. Athrun ruffled Kira’s hair in mock annoyance. “So who’s the amber eyed babe?” Dearka questioned. “You told me your name was Nicol, right?” Kira asked. Nicol nodded. “Well, tell us something about yourself, Nicol! You can talk I assume?” Yzak smiled curiously at Nicol.
“Your assumptions are correct. My full name is Nicol Amalfi.” The wavy-haired boy replied. “Longest sentence I’ve heard from you so far.” Kira smiled and winked. “Amalfi…..the name sounds familiar. Is your father a man of business?” Athrun questioned. Nicol nodded at him. “My Father is as well. He talks to me about the people he works with, it seems as though he told me about a man—Mr. Amalfi—who was complaining about a rebel son…..same Amalfi?”
“Yeah, that’s got to be him. It sounds like something he’d say about me….” Nicol grimaced. “Ohhh, so you’re a rebel huh?” Dearka asked, obviously poking some harmless fun at Nicol. Nicol smiled bitterly. “To him, I guess. It’s because I don’t want to grow up to be what he is. A business man I mean.”
“What do you want to become?” Kira asked, with an interested tone.
“A musician, actually.” Nicol answered. “I play the piano.”
“My favourite instrument.” Kira said with a quiet, somewhat seductive voice.
“And you say I’m too flirty, sheesh.” Dearka whined, playfully. Nicol felt the heat return to his face. //Was that flirting? Maybe he’s interested……no, you’re getting your hopes up, Nicol. He’s probably straight or taken…or both.// But as the days wore on it became apparent that Kira was indeed a bit of a flirt when it came to Nicol. Nicol didn’t notice it of course, much to the vexation of Dearka, Athrun, and Yzak. Kira, however, seemed content just to see and be around Nicol, even if his flirtations were carefully dodged by the pale-haired recipient. The others indeed, had a going bet about when Kira would finally declare his feelings to Nicol. So far there were no losers or winners. “I bet he does it by Halloween.” Yzak stated. “Nah, he’ll do it before then…about a week before, so they’ll be a couple by Halloween.” Dearka claimed. “What are you guys talking about?” A voice from behind them all, issued. The boys jumped before turning around to face Kira. “Uh, well speak of the devil!” Athrun chuckled nervously. “No kidding.” Kira replied, glaring at his friends/compatriots/associates/. Dearka, eager to change the direction this was going in, abruptly interrupted, “So, where’s the little amber-eyed kid off to?” He asked. At this, Kira’s face changed to reflect a much more light and merry emotion—to which the other boys were thankful for.
“He’s in the library. We were discussing what costumes we were going to wear at the Halloween Social.”
“And?” Athrun persisted.
“And….he is going as an Arabian slave…..you know with the fake belly-button ring and turquoise fabric and all.” Kira replied, mischievously.
“And let me guess…..you are planning to go as the Prince of the Harem.” Yzak stated knowingly. “You know me far too well.” Kira chuckled.
“Does he know that is what you are going as?” Dearka questioned.
“Yep.” Kira replied with a deviant smirk. “As of today, Nicol and I… are a couple!” The soulful eyed boy declared.
“Are you serious!?” Athrun and Yzak started in unison.
“Serious as ever.” And with that, Kira Yamato left to keep his boy-friend “company” in the library.
Dearka grinned. “Told you he’d tell him before Halloween!” Smiling to himself, the golden-haired boy strode off towards his dormitory, keen on planning his own costume.

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Nicol sighed in content as his boy-friend cradled him in soft yet strong arms. He rested his head on Kira’s warm chest. The dark haired boy sighed as well as he danced slowly with his delicate, sweet partner. The two boys remained this way, caught up only in each other until the slow song faded to an end and blaring, yet exotic music began to play. Yzak pulled his partner, Athrun onto the dance floor. “It’s our song Athrun, come on!” The blue-haired teen allowed himself to be dragged into the middle of the dance floor and the two began to swing their hips erotically in time to the lilting melody.
“You know Kira, watching them dance like that makes me want to do something with you too.” Nicol smiled seductively. “Something not so much like myself.” With that, Nicol pressed his lips to Kira’s in a crushing kiss. Kira responded immediately, parting his own lips so as to allow Nicol, sweet, sweet entrance. Nicol graciously accepted the offer and slid his tongue into the warm depths of Kira’s awaiting mouth.
Sooner though—than Kira would have liked—the kiss ended, as the need for oxygen was brought to attention. Kira panted and took a breath of air. He practically choked on it once Nicol lowered his head to the other boy’s waistline and began to strip Kira of his pants using his teeth. Kira had begun to feel his body react earlier to the kiss he and Nicol had shared, but now, as Nicol’s hot, steamy breath brushed against his semi-erect member, Kira felt himself react fully and his member completely hardened.
The dark-haired boy wasn’t sure how, but Nicol was soon utterly naked as well and there were no more teens dancing around them, not even Athrun and Yzak. The floor had transformed into a four-poster bed with a variety of scented oils spread out on a nightstand beside it. Kira found himself and Nicol stretched out onto the bed and the silky fabric of the sheets was driving him insane as he rubbed up against Nicol. The pale-haired boy smiled and pinned him down with his wrists above his head. Nicol reached for one of the oils on the nightstand and poured out some of the slick liquid onto three fingers. The hazel-eyed boy prepped the entrance at the back of his own anus and stretched the opening with his three slender digits, and then he spread the rest of the oil against Kira’s cock, causing the boy to moan with anticipation.
Once they were both wholly prepped, Nicol adjusted his position on top of Kira and in one swift motion, impaled himself on Kira’s erection.
Kira felt the welcome heat of Nicol’s velvety depths envelop him fully and he started to move and thrust in time to Nicol’s ministrations. Kira was the first to climax, screaming Nicol’s name, his body jerked and filled Nicol with hot, white seed. Kira heard Nicol cry out his name and then, he sat up.

Kira sat up in bed, his sheets were soaked. //It was a dream….// He thought, with a blush spreading out onto his cheeks. //I have got to stop having dreams like this…//
Kira replaced his sheets with some that were in his closet—supplied by the school of course—and thanked whatever deity that was listening, for his fortune in having a private dorm. //I have a feeling I’m not going to get much sleep tonight.// And with that lasting thought, Kira flicked out his lamp and vainly tried to regain slumber.
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There will be more chapters up. I have just finished this one and I promise that I am writing the next one as the day wears on. Please review if you have questions, comments, or ideas for the next chapter, thank-you!